Maybe I should elaborate on why I closed my account at Wells Fargo. I didn't really need my money, I just wanted to move it to another bank where I keep my other money. So, why not move it to Wells Fargo?
Well, one day, just before closing my account, I went in with a jar full of pennies and asked the bank teller to exchange them for bills. She gave me a super surly sneer and said, “Sir, what do you think this is?”
I looked around at the desks, the guard, and at the vault. “I think it’s a bank. This is what you do. You count money for a living.”
“We don’t do that, sir. If you’d like to make a transaction…. A deposit, for example—“
“Fine. I’d like to deposit this in my account.”
“Fine, sir," she looked at the jar, "How much is there?"
"I don’t know. Looks like you'll have to count it."
I filled out a withdrawal slip while she counted.